Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3551 | 2012-04-13 21:31:24 | 92.72 | 97% |
| 2987 | 2011-10-09 20:27:53 | 87.04 | 96% |
| 1175 | 2011-03-08 00:47:29 | 82.05 | |
| 883 | 2011-02-26 05:17:59 | 69.65 | |
| 553 | 2009-12-30 21:31:24 | 82.97 | |
| 473 | 2009-12-29 19:04:10 | 74.71 | |
| 411 | 2009-12-28 21:52:07 | 72.80 | |
| 348 | 2009-12-25 08:17:00 | 72.77 | |
| 313 | 2009-12-25 06:42:09 | 70.35 | |
| 221 | 2009-12-22 20:13:19 | 69.94 |